i shine of rust and moonlight
i am here for you
your letters
i am magic
watch me while i
deliver your
sand and stars and thoughts
i shine of rust
and moonlight
© r.e.l. 5/29/13
Photo credit Govinda Kai
all in one long sentence
and so it goes…
there is so much to remember,
that as i sit here to think
nothing comes.
(at least in this moment)
yet, all—at the same time…
why is it that my body feels
all that is
all that was
all that will be again?
the truth is
that there are words to express
what you mean to me
but it would take a lifetime
to say
(all in one long sentence)
there is no question about it
© r.e.l. 4/6/13
photo by Alex Theory
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where are you going?
oh precious soul,
priceless
where are you going?
… speak to me.
with your mysterious vision
your body–its inflections,
its words
you come to depend
that it’s always
listening
fly now into
your life
which drizzles
like the wind, cleansing
© r.e.l. 10/8/12
image by unknown, found on A Taste of Social Media
Posted for 10/30/12-11/5/12 on Jingle Poetry
what would you write
what would you write to me if you could?
would you say what you feel,
what is real?
would the world spin
to a place
it hasn’t been
for you
for me
so we can understand…
what would you write?
tell me
© r.e.l. 10/3/12
posted for Thursday Poets Rally week 76 10/31/12-11/7/12 on Hyde Park
covered in moss
write with me
… as if i’m writing you
… as if i hear only your voice
your substance, your curves, your nuances, your eyes
as if for the first time
seeing me, perhaps
as a tiny particle of life in the ripple of a pond
it’s true, i remember the stars
when we first met
did you know that the cobble stones
on our path
each covered in moss
growing
alive
know that to provide direction
to you
is to cheat you of your trail of treasures in life?
… with your warm beaming clouds
listen to them
(. . .)
i do
© r.e.l. 5/27/12
Posted for Thursdays Poet Rally 6/6-6/13/12 on Hyde Park Poetry
just now
i transmitted
my thoughts to you
just now …
eyes at sunset
never stop penetrating
the everlasting moment …
just bow your head and be silent
© r.e.l. 5/19/12
Posted for Poetry Picnic 5/20-5/27/12
enough of words
be careful, don’t forget
you are gazing at the light
as you search for meaning
horizons, expanded…
i come to you without me
without a sound
hidden behind no door
…enough of words
you are my precious moments,
revealed,
rising together with us
as parts
© r.e.l. 5/8/12
image by s i m s h a
Posted on Poetry Picnic 5/13-5/20/12 on Jingle Poetry
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float away from seeing
when i cannot
put a word
to it…
when i know it is
creeping
along inside its own
skin
when you have no idea
and float away from seeing
its polar opposite
in you
for me
© r.e.l. 7/30/11
image by simeon schatz
Posted for Poetry Potluck 7/31-8/6/11 on Jingle Poetry
yet
sometimes…
it’s all just a part
of a winding path
on a daydream
as your smile,
the river to your sun,
inside its own skin
has no idea
and floats away from seeing
just waiting
for its time
to feel what it can’t
see
…yet
© r.e.l. 10/8/11
Posted for Poetry Picnic 10/9-10/15/11 on Gooseberry Garden
i just whispered
it’s true,
i don’t know you.
but do you know
that i just whispered
y o u a r e
b e a u t i f u l
© r.e.l. 9/21/11
Image by Taryn Varnes
Posted for Poetry Picnic 9/25-10/1/11 on Gooseberry Garden
the fire in you
how is the fire in you
the fire in me
at times when i least
expect it to be?
you lead
i follow
when your steam, your inferno
catches me…
in a moment i blaze…
and you know the truth
whether you
created your moment
for me or not
© r.e.l. 5/9/11
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Posted on Poetry Potluck 5/22-5/28/11 on Jingle Poetry
to the end of the road
words only take me to the end of the road… where feelings are footpaths… but, opening me to you and you to me… i miss you when you go… i am yours… sing to me anyway… never forget that your tears are your soul…
© r.e.l. 4/6/11
image by simsha
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posted for The Thursday Post 7.4.11 on Ethereal Heights
posted for Poetry Potluck 4/10-4/17/11 on Jingle Poetry
your glow
your glow
it speaks
syllables
through sound to me
perceive me
receive me
move with me
in circles
outward
piercing
be gentle with me
thank you
i am me
i feel you as you are
i heard what you said
don’t go
don’t stop
you are the best part of you
© r.e.l. 2/6/11
image “Peaceful Green” by AmandaGWright
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posted for Poetry Potluck week 22 on Jingle Poetry
half spoken, half heard
i believe you
in every word
there is a silence
and past reminding me
you who have answers… or do you call them reasons…
reasons with questions that ask me do you always speak to me in colors that keep their beauty? through tears in paper that beg to know me?
through words, half spoken, half written, half heard but always known…
like the pages of time
i ask myself now, who am i?
but you know better, so i flip through the pages
to find you, to find me, to find the other half of me..
© r.e.l. 1/12/11
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Posted for Poetry Potluck week 18 (1/16-1/22/11) Languages, Signs and Symbols on Jingle Poetry
Received The Sunshine Award from Jingle Poetry
your internal dialogs: learning by talking to yourself
Do you often speak internally to another person as if you have direct access to each other’s thoughts? Are you fueled by the language that speaks to you inside your mind? Is this dialog a way for you to make things right simply within your mind with certain people?
It is easy to speak the secrets of your soul when you speak to yourself. First, your heart needs to be open so that you are able to feel the truth of what you really feel.
You have a story to tell. You can read it, listen to it, and live in it as you would your favorite book.
You have many channels to your heart. The trick is to find yours–the ones that undeniably open every time.
Find the universal presence, spirit or love that resonates most with you and feel it hold you like a warm blanket. Then speak to it. Let it tell you, as a mirror, what you have to say.
You might hear questions such as “Why are you mad at me?” , “What did I do wrong?” and “Why do you love me?”
If you visit your child self, you might find a version of you looking back as if she/he has known you all your life (it’s true), asking you if you ever pay attention to her/him? She/He might whisper a secret to you that you have never heard.
You are not crazy. You have a lot to say. Just listen with open ears. Be still and silent… and the messages are more clear.
Listen to what your internal dialogs tell you. You could discover the unknown you’ve been search for all your life inside you. It could change your life…
© r.e.l. 12/17/10
different forms, as treasures
you ask me to be still
and so i do..
you lie hidden within, unfelt
with a shield strong as stone
pushing you away.
in all directions.
don’t you hear the answers now?
as they quietly become one with the search
for what is touching you?
you are beautiful
everything is alive
in different forms
as treasures.
watch time stand still with me. ok?
help me to let go and to become one with the mystery.
please.
© r.e.l. 11/26/10
**This post is for Thursday Poets Rally Week 34 (12/2-12/8/10) on Promising Poets. Received the Perfect Poet Award…. Thanks so much, I accept [For week 35 I nominate Jargnar]
please let me continue
don’t get me wrong
please don’t
but your energy scares me…
in a way that finding something lost does, long forgotten
it wants me to see
that maybe
somehow
you are the person i have been searching for
although a mirror to see myself
in the same moment…
but isn’t it true
that we all search for the person
who can allow us
to get closer to ourselves?
you seem anxious about the words
you use
as if they make a difference
as if you don’t know that it’s the energy
behind them
that decides.
i observe you silently
and i know you
please let me continue
© r.e.l. 11/12/10
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 18 (1/16-1/22/11) Languages, Signs and Symbols on Jingle Poetry
i wrote this for you
I read this just now on a random blog and it touched me so:
i need you to understand something.
i wrote this for you.
i wrote this for you and only you.
everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it.
they may think they get it, but they don’t.
this is the sign you’ve been looking for.
you were meant to read these words.
~anonymous author of I Wrote This For You~
It’s amazing to me that something as anonymous and vague can be so touching. It speaks to my heart that writes to another, and sometimes goes unread. Even if the reason is more heartfelt than ever. How precious words are… that they can create the virtual person you love, that vanishes with a poof when reaching out to touch the imaginary ghost, which can leave you heartbroken. How vulnerable words can be too, to be left hanging.
is this me? moving toward, moving away…
So what does wholeness look like to me? I thought this summary I played with recently was a wonderful way to describe my view on this subject. For it is when I am depicting all of these words at once, as taken from my personal blog I write here (generated by a tool called Wordle), that I feel most whole.
I can get a cue as to what I avoid in life, in my search for wholeness, if I watch what it is I try to withhold to others in my conversations. These are my truths which I run from and hide even from myself, as I lack confidence to orate them. The fear is controlled by my unconscious. These are the inner truths that point to my fear of being who I truly am, as Neil Legault quotes:
Catch yourself trying to avoid telling someone your truth about yourself and you will see how you hide yourself from life. This is the pointer that shows you your fear of being who you truly are.
I seek to bring myself into wholeness by merging my mind with my spiritual beliefs. The two act aside each other naturally, and when the dark clouds come, I have to work diligently in meditation to remember the sun is always shining above it — something greater than me.
© r.e.l. 10/10/10
words or sand?
What has the internet done to our communications when love or friendships are involved? When the internet is so easily accessible, it becomes the first mode of communication where words take on the greatest of meaning. Do we become lost and literally zapped by the electromagnetic waves of the computer, losing touch with all other sources of reality that generate powerful feelings and connections in the first place?
To step aside from the exchange of words opens the mind to an extraordinary place where the conduit between two beings is instead in the stars and the cosmos. This reality brings a completely new aspect to a relationship that would not exist were it to simply revolve around communication via words.
Taking comfort in this unknown…
Love especially requires trust, touch, belief and full presence. How easy is it, when the other is not by our side, to replace needs that love craves with intimacies only found in words? Isn’t this a trap that has the potential to create craziness as the most tender and vulnerable moments arise and require immediacy?
What happened to the days of waiting months for a hand-written letter to arrive by horseback, with love in your heart?
Think about how hungry you can become for every word from a loved one, and how you desire complete dedication from this person. You may want to see it all summarized, maybe on your computer screen, so that your heart is complete! But is this possible? Isn’t it the energy emanating from the warm body that you desire, not words emanating from tin? Yet, with this accessibility, maybe you will live as if it is completely possible to be fulfilled in this manner and pursue it!
However, there is much to be said without words… that which can be most easily transmitted with silence and/or eye contact. While sitting right next to another person, eye to eye, we can feel reactions, reasons for hesitance and see the beauty in taking the time to say what is true in the moment (or transmit it in silence).
We can confirm what is true with words, but if we learn to put them aside and focus more on the unspoken, we can read a more powerful sentence… the energy of the universe.
To imagine a world consisting of sand and stars and people being those stars and connecting on that level is true unity…
© r.e.l. 9/21/10
my flame
flames
have a mind of their own
as they
silently listen
call to you
speak your name
invite you to gaze
into their
burn that
knows your secrets
i am listening now
and i set you on fire
to the beat of your glow
you wish for me
i am here
now blow out your candle
and feel what i say
© r.e.l. 8/4/10
a whispering of words to your soul
As yoga speaks the poetry of your body, words speak the poetry of your 
soul. Yoga and words go well together. Remember that any type of activity can also be a way of living your yoga.
No doubt you are no stranger to a community of poets and those who like to verbally relay their words to others. Many have a vibrant and active lifestyle to go along with this love of words, don’t they! The two seem to go together well…
Like the wind off a clear blue lake blows its answers to the mountains, take time to whisper the secrets to your heart, listening to every touch with your sacred ears. Sit and listen as the words write themselves onto the page. There are no mistakes here. It is all a rendition of your truth that you write down to share, so that you can touch… something other than the normal, regular you.
As you move the prana (i.e., your life force) in your body, working through the chakras and experience your purpose in the moment, your desires, your energy and your heart, you will most likely find the words of your soul whispering to you gently.
As you continue moving, whether it be in a yoga practice, a hike, or some other means of moving your body, you eventually can surrender to this energy you’ve activated as it clears out all that gets in the way of knowing your true intuitions and spirit connection. This will probably happen whether you are paying attention or not. In fact, there is no will required for this endeavor. Just be who you are.
If you’re really in tune with the feelings moving through you, you can see, hear, sense and know through your watchfulness that it is possible that you actually really know who you are.
Yes, it’s true. So, don’t refuse to whisper these words. You will undoubtedly touch someone, even unsuspectingly, if not a very important person: you. Even if you only reach one person, besides yourself, this journey through words is all worth it.
And if you find that no words come to you, then receive the gift of the inability to find words.
Namaste.
© r.e.l. 8/2/10
whisper words
don’t
refuse to whisper words
on the page
in my ears
your secrets
to my heart
i’ll hear you
every inch
every touch
of a whisper
my heart
will always
sit there and listen
© r.e.l. 7/31/10
receive your gift
We go to yoga class. We start the class by making an intention. Then what?
Do we hold true to its energy every second of the class? No. We tuck it away in our heart and let it speak its own words to our soul.
For, the energy of a wish comes from within us and can hardly hide its wings when we are moving the prana as we move our bodies in twists and waves.
What we feel comes from within. Before the words even articulate themselves to our being, we know what it is we are trying to say.
Sometimes we are silenced. Sometimes this is a blessing. In this inability to find words, our soul is telling us to go deeper. Look into the still pond of your being. Do not always rely on words. Look to the swirling space that doesn’t want to hear your words and give it your thanks.
There is more to living.
Namaste.
© r.e.l. 6/29/10
